Black Iron Magician - Chapter 472: Treasure Hunt

You emphasized harmony your whole life and this is how you go…!’ The successor of the Spear Master Sect and his apprentice Hyuk Woon Seong were framed of learning a forbidden Demonic art and slayed.

A helpless and pitiful death by the hypocrites of the Orthodox sect.

The moment Woon Seong faced his death, the artifact of the Spear Master Sect emitted light and gave him a new life.

The life as Number 900, a trainee of the Demonic Cult!

The two identities, the Orthodox Sect and the Demonic Cult.

But his objective is one. Vengeance! Accepting his destiny and remembering his grudge, Woon Seong trains in martial arts and his time of revenge slowly comes closer….

Take over the Demonic Cult and punish the hypocrites of the Orthodox Sect! The revenge story of Number 900, Woon Seong growing in tasks of life and death.

When Ding Fan opened his eyes again, everything before him had changed.A Cultivator reborn on Earth, he found himself in the despised body of a disgraced heir.Fists striking all who defied him, feet trampling over various second generations, he roamed the city with an air of unrivaled dominance.Saving damsels and fighting injustices, a forceful life needs no explanation.

Gods choose those with natural talent; demons choose those who never give up.My name is Dylan Chen, a person chosen by the demons. Of course, you can also call me “Ghost Guest.” On the road of reincarnation, just mention my name, and the guards of the netherworld will make way for you.That day, I asked the heavens three questions, and the celestial beings and Buddhas remained silent. Then I knew there was no longer a place for me in this world. Therefore, I have no choice but to kill them all!Better to live a complete life as a mortal than to be an immortal for eons! This immortality, I shall not pursue!

'Why' does one strive to attain power?For what reason does one endure various rigorous trainings, endure the bruises and the batterings, and go ahead to drill their soul and body into perfect shape just to become stronger?Those ridiculously overpowered, god-like monsters that walked the Earth knew, because they never stopped training.But I didn't know the reason.Why, one might ask?The answer was quite simple, really.I had no desire to 'know' the reason, and I had no drive to discover the 'why.'It was because my circumstances gave me no reason to become stronger. And stupidly enough, I greatly believed that I was strong enough to fend for myself.But boy was I wrong.Fate punched me in the guts, and proceeded to give me very, very good reasons to abandon my narrowed mentality and strive to become stronger than I thought I was.And those reasons multiplied by the day.As I ventured out of the dreary slum-like backlands that I grew up in — diving head first into the wider world overrun by monstrous aliens, insanely advanced technology, and humans with supernatural powers — the initial 'why' had grown to become quite... numerous.So come. Come read my story.And see how I crawled out of the depths of the dejected Island called the backlands as a nameless underachiever, and grew to become a.. tether to the entire universe.Come read how I came to be called...The Twilight of the Vast Expanses.